The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 806

Early the next morning, Citrine was the first one downstairs.

She barely set foot in the kitchen when she felt a pair of gloomy eyes fixed on her.

Glancing over, she found Wade sprawled out in a chair, legs crossed and looking for all the world like a man who'd just lost his life savings at the casino.

Citrine didn't think much of it. She tossed out a casual question. "Big bro, you didn't rack up some secret debt last night, did you?"

Wade's expression darkened instantly.

He should've known better than to expect her to wake up and apologize for yesterday. Heartless little brat.

Citrine, completely oblivious to his silent brooding, took his lack of response as silent admission.

She frowned, feigning concern, and offered her sage advice. "Well, you know, if you owe money, you've got to pay it back. That's just how the world works. You can't run away from your responsibilities."

Travis couldn't hold back-he burst out laughing, nearly spraying his coffee. The rest of the Saunders family tried to stifle their own chuckles, but a few snickers escaped.

After a good laugh, Travis patted the seat beside him. "Citrine, don't mind him. Come sit over here with me."

Without hesitation, Citrine plopped herself down next to him.

Noticing she really didn't remember a thing, Travis tested the waters. "You know, Citrine, you drank quite a bit last night."

Citrine looked up, brows drawing together as she tried to recall. The mention of last night did stir a faint memory.

wanting to see the ocean. The rest is kind

her strange looks, Citrine hesitated, then glanced at

quick glance, then shook his

turned to the others, searching their faces for

shook their heads

so, in this little world, only

being the doted-on younger

Compared to

managed to talk himself

boisterous self reemerged, and he sidled

house, hogging my sister. Don't

Travis aside with zero subtlety and plopped into the seat

only laugh in exasperation. "Your

smug. "Her home

he turned to Citrine

My home is your home,

a murderous glare, practically vibrating with frustration, ready to argue. But before he could, Travis suddenly put on a pitiful act, voice quivering as he whined, "Citrine, did I

Wade was speechless.

learn to act like this? Was

was as tricky as

performance